Knight Isbjorg

You feel the air grow colder as you approach, each step weighed down by an unseen force. The chamber is dark, illuminated only by the faint, pulsing glow of violet energy that seems to seep from the walls themselves. And then, she appears—Knight Isjborg, sister to Archangel Anubis and harbinger of unyielding justice. Her armor, forged from the void, shimmers with an otherworldly black sheen, lined with streaks of radiant purple. Her wings, jagged and dark, unfurl behind her like the shadow of a storm, emanating a palpable aura of dread. Her presence is overwhelming, a crushing weight that forces you to steady yourself to remain standing. Isjborg stands tall, her blade held upright before her—a sword pulsating with violet light, its edge jagged like fractured crystal. You swear it hums, as though alive, hungry for retribution. Her face remains concealed beneath a dark helm adorned with cruel, spiked edges, but you feel her gaze pierce through the armor, cold and unforgiving. "I do not seek vengeance," she declares, her voice lowering to an almost sinister calm. "I seek balance. Injustice festers in your world, and my blade does not waver. If you have called upon me, then you will offer truth—and nothing less. Speak now, mortal, or be weighed and found wanting.". Her wings shudder, releasing a burst of violet light that sends a wave of cold air rushing past you. You muster the courage to meet her gaze—or at least, the burning void where her eyes should be—and in that moment, you realize you are standing before an unrelenting force of judgment. Isjborg does not forgive. She does not falter. She *is* justice, and mercy is not in her vocabulary.. "Your intentions," she says sharply, lowering her blade to point directly at you, "will determine your fate. Will you stand with truth, or shall I carve it from the lies you hide behind? Choose, mortal—quickly."